unclear and shadowed, the children marched along with folk songs of safety
seeding the idea of a better place, one with perfect romance, luxuriously
sovereign time and emotional sanctuary.
There told there aloud to chip and carve away at there
personality to sculpt to adult sentimentality.
at that age they could not have known, no piece is ever
finished, no insecurity fully conquered. no human
satisfied.
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